Jingyi rushes down the side alley towards the cafe where Zizhen works. His breath turns white in the cold air around him, and even though he’s running, he pulls his leather jacket closer for warmth. He’s late for class, but he already sent Zizhen his order, and he desperately needs the caffeine. He barrels down the stairs to the underground entrance, his bag slamming into his back with every step. The old-fashioned bell over the door rings as he bursts into the cafe. He weaves around mismatched tables to get to the counter.
“Running behind?” Zizhen asks with a smirk as he pulls up an extra-large coffee.
Jingyi doesn’t bother to answer.
“Do you still have the vegan biscotti? I need food, and please tell me there’s actual caffeine in that drink,” he says as he pulls his wallet out.
“Enough caffeine to stop your heart. Don’t blame me if this gives you tachycardia,” Zizhen says, handing over the coffee and a chocolate and orange biscotti.
“Perfect,” Jingyi says, handing over the money.
“Excuse me?” A soft male voice sounds from over Jingyi’s shoulder, and both Zizhen and Jingyi turn to look.
A boy in an oversized sky blue sweater and wearing glasses that do nothing to hide the kindness in his brown eyes is standing there. He’s beautiful, and Jingyi is so stunned that he nearly drops his wallet and has to catch it with his other hand. Zizhen snorts, and the boy’s smile widens.
“You dropped your phone,” he says, holding Jingyi’s phone out between them.
“Thank you!” As he reaches for his phone, he scrambles for something to say, “can I buy you a coffee?... To say thanks?”
Part of Jingyi is wondering what the actual fuck he’s doing when he’s already late for class and he doesn’t even know if this man is gay, but the other, larger, part of him can’t think about anything but the boy’s smile.
Jingyi steps aside and gestures for him to order.
“Don’t you have class?” Zizhen asks Jingyi.
“I’ll send Dr. Stein an email, tell him I died and went to heaven or something.”
Zizhen snorts, and the boy chuckles at Jingyi’s stupid joke, a good sign as far as Jingyi is concerned.
“What can I get you?” Zizhen asks him.
“Large cinnamon spice tea latte, please?”
“Coming right up,” Zizhen punches the order into the system and then turns around to make the drink.
“I’m Jingyi. Lan Jingyi. I didn’t get your name?”
“Sizhui,” the boy says. “... Lan Sizhui.”
“Seriously,” he says with a warm smile.
Zizhen sets Sizhui’s latte on the counter and looks at Jingyi, who is too busy looking at Sizhui to notice.
“Don’t you have a quiz in class today?” Zizhen asks. “That’s why you preordered the death coffee in the first place.”
Jingyi grimaces. He does have a quiz, but the class has lots of quizzes. He can probably afford to miss one, but he’ll hate himself if he never sees Sizhui again because he ran off.
The smile on Sizhui’s face shifts towards gentle amusement as he turns his cup in his hands.
“It sounds like you need to go to class.”
Jingyi looks at the ground a little crestfallen. It had seemed like the boy was into him too, but apparently not.
“I’ll take a rain check on the coffee date though,” Sizhui says, and Jingyi’s gaze darts to his face, a hopeful smile appearing on his lips.
“Absolutely,” Jingyi says, regaining his energy. “A coffee or lunch or whatever. Just let me know.”
Sizhui’s warm eyes crinkle in amusement.
“Zizhen has my number,” Jingyi tells Sizhui and points at Zizhen. “He’ll give it to you.”
With that, he heads out, a grin on his face that certainly had not been there when he entered the door. He throws open the door but stops for just an instant, only the time it takes to call out, “So glad to meet you!” and then takes the stairs two at a time.
Back in the cafe, Sizhui takes a sip of his latte and turns to look at Zizhen.
“Are you going to tell him that you pickpocketed his phone so you could talk to him?” Zizhen asks as he pulls out his own phone to get Jingyi’s number.